Chapter 833
"Well, we want to invite you to join our team!"
Murat, as the boss here, spoke with difficulty.
"Join you? Not interested!"
Napoleon was stunned, but there was no emotion on his face.
Napoleon's unhesitating refusal stunned the three people.
"Napoleon, you may be strong, but you have to know that Fishman Street is in chaos now. If you don't join a gang, you can't get by at all. Now the biggest force in Fishman Street, Hoddy Jones, is expanding madly and is about to come to us. If we don't unite, they will swallow us up!"
Murat explained hurriedly.
"Join you, just the three of you?"
Napoleon looked at Murat and the other two with disdain.
"This! This!!!"
Murat and the other two blushed.
Lannes and Davout also lowered their heads in shame.
"Just the three of you, you want to be the boss?"
Napoleon shook his head and turned to go back to the house.
He didn't have time to play house with these people.
Now that he was awake, he should think about how to get food.
"Wait!"
Murat said hurriedly.
Napoleon paused, but the next moment, he walked towards the house.
"We let you be the boss!"
Murat shouted.
As soon as this was said.
Everyone was stunned.
Lannes and Davout looked at Murat in disbelief.
And Eunice, who had just arrived at the door, was also stunned and looked at the four people.
After hearing this, Napoleon turned his head and looked at the three people.
"Recognize me as the boss?"
Napoleon was a little surprised.
"That's right, you defeated us, you are qualified to be our boss!"
Murat gritted his teeth and said.
Since it has come to this point, let's put everything aside.
"What's the benefit of being the boss?"
Napoleon stopped and asked curiously.
"Everything we have is yours!"
Murat said, and took out all his savings from his pocket.
A total of 700 Baileys.
Then he shook Lannes and Davout and asked them to show their appreciation.
The two reluctantly took out a few hundred Baileys.
Added up to 1,300 Baileys.
"Boss, this is our membership fee, please accept it!"
Murat bowed to Napoleon and said.
Napoleon looked at the money in Murat's hand, and his eyes lit up instantly.
I didn't expect these three guys to have money, although only 1,300 Baileys.
But this is already very good in the slums.
Okay!
Napoleon admitted that he was a little tempted.
It seems that being the boss is also good.
Napoleon slowly raised his right hand, and seemed to want to take the money uncontrollably.
"Napoleon!"
A faint shout sounded.
It instantly gave Napoleon a start.
"Mom!"
Napoleon turned around and saw his mother holding the door frame and looking at him.
He hurried over and supported his mother.
"You, you come with me into the house!"
Ouni said, holding Napoleon's hand.
Somewhat anxiously.
Napoleon glanced at the three people outside the door, and without hesitation, he helped Ouni in.
"Mom!"
Napoleon lowered his head and dared not look into Ouni's eyes.
"Do you want to be their boss?"
Ouni asked palely, but the severity in her tone could still be heard.
Napoleon nodded after a moment of melancholy.
"I want to make money, I want to support this family!"
Napoleon said firmly.
"Then do you know what it means to be in a gang?"
Ouni said angrily.
"If you know, you will die!"
Napoleon nodded.
Living in this chaotic Fishman Street, people die every day.
"You know you still~!"
Ouni was interrupted by Napoleon before she finished speaking.
"Mom, if we don't join gangs, this family won't last long. I don't want you to leave me!"
Napoleon raised his head with some excitement and looked at Ouni who was sitting at the table with tears in his eyes.
"You~!"
Ouni couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes after hearing this.
"Mom, don't worry, I won't die. I'm very powerful. People who are six or seven years older than me are not my opponents. Now there are three people outside who want to recognize me as their big brother, but in the future there will be thousands of people who recognize me as their big brother. I will become the king of Fishman Street, and I will let you have everything!"
Napoleon looked at his mother firmly. At this moment, there was no hesitation in Napoleon's eyes, only determination.
"You~!"
Ouni wanted to say something, but Napoleon had already left the room and came to the door.
Mura and the other two were stunned by Napoleon who suddenly rushed out.
But Napoleon didn't care about the expressions of the three people, but directly took the Bailey in their hands.
"From now on, I will beYour boss is here!"
Napoleon said, holding Bailey and looking at the three people.
"Boss!"
Murat was the first to call for help.
"Boss!"
Lanna and Davout also bent down and called.
From then on!
Napoleon took the first step in his life.
But it's not easy to be a good boss.
Three days later!
"Boss, I'm so hungry!"
Davout shouted while touching his stomach.
He followed Napoleon with a bitter face.
His stomach growled.
Napoleon was about to say a few inspiring words, but his stomach also growled.
"Boss, why don't we go collect protection money!"
Murat suggested after a moment of hesitation.
"No, absolutely not. There are neighbors around here, all poor people. I feel uneasy about collecting protection money from them!"
Napoleon refused without hesitation.
"What should we do? The other streets are all covered by gangs, so we can't collect protection money even if we want to!"
Murat said disappointedly as he followed Napoleon.
He even doubted whether he followed the wrong boss.
It's not reasonable to starve for three days after joining the gang.
"Wait, gangs, yes, we can collect protection money from those gangs!"
Napoleon stopped and said with finality.
"Boss, what are you kidding? How can the four of us be the opponents of those gangs!"
Rana was shocked.
"How can we not be opponents? Who knows if we haven't fought!"
Napoleon looked up at the three people.
After these words came out, Murat and the other two looked at Napoleon's firm eyes and didn't know what to do.
"Let's do this. Go and ask around. Which gang has the worst reputation nearby? We will collect protection money from that gang! "
Napoleon clenched his fist.
The young face had an unimaginable determination.
The three of them subconsciously ignored the fact that Napoleon was only five years old at the time.
To be honest, the three of them were twelve or thirteen years old, and they couldn't bear to recognize a five-year-old child as the boss.
But who made them unable to beat this child?
This guy is simply a monster, and his strength is no less than that of an adult fishman.
His recovery ability is also terrifying, and he just needs a good sleep.
More importantly, this guy seems to have endless energy and is full of energy.
He is tireless.
He is simply a monster among monsters.
